(2nd edition; 092613)
In the midst of the crowd—
I heard your voice, high and piercing,
Anger bursting, bringing freedom
From deep within.
Strings crying; your bow pleading.
The notes swaying, flying—melting.
It bled right through me.
It made me hate you.
Oh, how I loved you.
You fascinated me.
Strangers walking, swimming, to and fro.
Moving forward, moving slow.
But you kept me there—
A prisoner.
Your music taunting me,
Keeping me,
Making me a part of you.
I didn’t want to be.